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THE YEAR'S ROSARY 



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ET thy life be to thee a 
melody 
Beginning soft with pear- 
ly tones of sound, 
And orbing slowly to the 

golden round 
Of fullest beauty. Strike 
the awful key 
That weaves all chords into stern harmony, 

Within whose depths the lowest deeps are 
found, 
And from whose heights the farthest stars resound, 

Silvery sweet — the Key of Deity. 
Take thou thy minor with thy major days. 

For every note hath music, black or white ; 
Grasp with a master hand the burning rays 

Of pure Desire, whose fierce vibrations smite 
The soul to flame. So shalt thou dwell always 

A God divine whose Word begetteth light. 



(9) 




OUR forth thy love upon 
the poorest thing 
That lives, and thou shalt 

richer be thereby. 
'Tis not the love for thee 

which thou dost try 
To win from others, that 
doth often bring 
Aught save brief joy and bitter surfeiting. 

Deep in thy heart (perchance with ebbing 
sigh) 
Tosseth a sea that naught will satisfy, 

Save to pour love from depths past measur- 
ing. 
Love not with love that asks for love again — 

Thou need'st no lovers, blessed though they 
be- 
But bless the cause, although it bringeth pain. 

That draws thy love like the resistless sea 
To embrace the world. All other love is vain 
To satisfy the God that yearns in thee. 



(10) 




AKE thou the varied ac- 
tions of the Past, 
The crimson and the 
white, the black and 
gold. 
The blue and brown; yea, 

all the hues untold 
In the dull foil of bygone 
days amassed. 
Wrung from experiences behind thee cast. 

How hard the toil before thy hand could hold 
Those different tinctures, now so dull and cold! 

Deem them not worthless. Neither stare 
aghast. 
Nor sorrow over them with fruitless sighs. 

As things immutable, deeds that for aye 
Can ne'er be changed. Take thou those varied dyes 

And with them fling upon the future gray 
Thy Godhood's power. The past within thee lies, 
A living force for thee to use today. 



(II) 




OST thou despise the count- 
less Hours that drift 
Into thy presence with no 

word to say? 
Dost thou complain be- 
cause in hodden gray 
They silent stand before 
thee, meekly lift 
Their empty palms devoid of any gift, 

Then, leaving thee forlorn, pursue their way? 
Messengers of thy destiny are they. 

They come to take, and not to give, to sift 
And hoard thy wealth, so sternly battled for. 

These niggard Hours thou dost so much con- 
demn 
Are stewards of thy pain. They will restore 

Thy treasures blazing in the diadem 
The future holds for thee. Yea, evermore 

They wait for gifts from thee. Give thou to 
them. 



(12) 




HAT which Today seems 
Fact, but lately may 
Have seemed the idle fig- 
ment of a dream; 
And martyrs have dared 
death for things that 
seem 
Like old wives' fables, 
heard by us today. 
Fiction and Fact surround us with a spray 

Of ever-shifting mist, and those who deem 
That they can trust therein, will rue their stay. 

Soul ! Be thou true to that which seemeth true 
To thee, but fret not if it disappear 

Before To-morrow's sun like morning dew. 
That which we gain from that which we revere, 

Outlasts old creeds, yea, and creates the new ; 
For Worship is the Star by which we steer. 



(13) 




CHILD one day, watching 
an insect strain 
Great wings to leave its 
strait cocoon, drew back 
The encircling mesh, wid- 
ening the narrow crack 
Through which it strove 
its freedom to obtain. 
Alas I that kindness proved the greatest bane, 
Since never flew that butterfly, for lack 
Of strength that strife had given. Its wings hung 
slack, 
Robbed of the blood that else had filled each 
vein. 
Enforced, so, to flow at bitter cost 

Of needful agony. Dost thou despair 
Because the web of circumstance now most 

Envelops thee, whose wings of Godhood wear 
So slowly through to freedom? Naught is lost. 

The strength that comes of wrestling, none 
can spare. 



(14) 




RUST not in Hope or Fear. 

They are, each one, 

Twin children bred of 

Doubt. Their baleful 

fire, 

A flickering marsh light, 

leads us o'er the mire 
Even to Despair, and then 
their task is done. 
For when emotion slowly turns to stone. 

Facing that foe — and Hope and Fear expire, 
'Tis then alone, surviving anguish dire. 

That Faith can place stern Reason on his 
throne. 
Hast died to Hope and Fear*? Yea, hast thou trod 

The razor edge that bridges the abyss 
Where Madness cowers? Hast lain beneath the sod. 
And felt upon thy heart the worm's cold kiss? 
Then only with the calmness of a God 

Canst thou confront and claim Eternal bliss. 



(IS) 




EGRET not what is done. 
'Tis done, I trow. 
Nor does the Future for 

thy Godhood hold 
More promise than the 
Present doth. Be bold! 
Lo I in thy heart the living 
fire doth glow 
Whose virile flame a ruddy light doth throw 

On all thy deeds. Let not that fire grow cold, 
But forge therewith deeds of heroic mould. 

In worlds or seen or unseen, while thy brow 
With blinding sweat runs down, work thou To-day. 
With all thy strength of brain and sinew, 
smite ! 
Plunged in the glory of that inner ray 

That burns within the soul and turns to light 
The blackest hour, take thou that iron, I say, 

And shape therefrom thy Godhood's power 
and might. 



(16) 




IKE a white eagle on some 
towering peak 
Fronting the burning sun 

with radiant eyes, 
Bid thy free mind to 
heights of knowledge 
rise. 
When thou art hungered, 
flesh the curved beak 
Of Meditation on wild thoughts that break 

Old boundaries through. Fly thou 'neath 
boundless skies. 
In the fierce joy of power that satisfies, 

To rend, and to devour, and still to seek. 
Yea, let thy mind, plumed with deific might. 

Flashing from star to star, all worlds explore ; 
Reaching new realms each year with tireless flight, 
Breasting deep-winged the Empyrean's core^ 
Bathed in the Sun of Suns whose dazzling light 
Leads thee to gaze and fly forevermore. 



(17) 




HAT is't to be a God? 
Soul, thou say' St well, 
To be a God is to have 

power to be 
More kind and not more 

cruel ; power to free 
And not to crush; to lock 
the Gate of Hell, 
And ope the Gate of Heaven. Power that can dwell 

In peace with others differing from thee ; 
Power out of discord to bring harmony, 

Power that in silence worketh, power to quell 
All tempests in the soul whose fragile shell 

Holds its deiiic strength. If thou would'st 
own 
The understanding heart, the omniscient brain. 

The hand that heals, the ever radiant crown 
Of Wisdom and of Love — yea, would'st obtain 

All these and be a God — seek not renown. 
Service in love, alone this power can gain. 



(i8) 




USTICE with bandaged eyes 

is well designed, 

Wav'ring for evermore 

'twixt scales and sword. 

How can she rightly see to 

cut the cord 
Of circumstance that doth 
so straitly bind 
The helpless soul ? How poise the wheels that grind 
That soul to dust? How blame and how 
reward? 
Can she, being blind, see better than her Lord? 

Omniscience pardons all, since all are blind. 
"Give me adjustment and not justice," pleads 

The stricken world. Alas! 'Tis easier far 
To slay the weak than staunch the wound that 

bleeds. 
Soul ! Fall not short in loving, for there are 

Scores to condemn, for one that intercedes ; 
And we are all the Prisoner at the Bar. 



(19) 




OOPERATION and For- 
bearance ! Yea, 
In those two words all the 

Millennium lies. 
'Tis not Coercion that for- 
ever cries 
"I hate or this, or that, 
therefore away 
With the accursed thing!" that brings the day 

Of Freedom, while the Lawlessness that sighs 
For liberty unchecked, finds that the prize 

It seeks, crowns only those that can obey. 
Cooperate with those that love the things 

Thou lovest, and forbear to look awry 
On those that differ from thee. Serfs and kings 
Have but One Root : and such diversity 
Means strength whose growth to separation springs. 
As trees full-branched spring toward the sky. 



(20) 




OUNDLESS Deific Energy 
within ! 
This only is the substance 

thou mayest take 
And work therewith, striv- 
ing each day to make 
Out of the raw material 
known as Sin, 
The polished radiant Virtue that doth win 

Immunity from error or mistake. 
Scorn not thy hidden jewels. Rather, break 

The soil and bring them forth. This day 
begin 
Patiently fashioning some gem divine 

Within the darkness of thy being found. 
Thy Nature is an ever teeming mine. 

Nigh all thy treasure lieth underground. 
Thou hast the clay. Work on with what is thine ! 

Then bring thy Godhood forth, with glory 
crowned. 



(21) 




E have to lead us, as the An- 
cients had, 
A changeful cloud by day, 

and through the night 
An ever flaming shaft of 

glowing light, 
To guide us to a land with 
verdure clad, 
With silver milk, and golden honey glad, — 

The Land of Deity where Right is Might, 
Where all as Gods may reign. Would'st see aright, 
O Soul, with burdens bowed, with sorrows 
sad^ 
They who imagine godlike deeds achieve 

The deeds of Gods. This power is also thine. 
Let not imagination's glory weave 

Luridest light about Despair's dark shrine; 
Set it on heavenly things and never leave 

Its fire till thou hast gained thy realm Divine. 



(22) 




VEN today Life's Passover is 
thine, 
Within thy veins the Pas- 
chal Blood flows red, 
The God within thee lifts 

His kingly head, 
And the Avenging Angel 
flees the sign. 
Drink thou of Joy's exhilarating wine, 

And eat of Satisfaction's sweetest bread. 
Thine enemies are slain, thy foes have fled ; 

Lift up thy voice with shoutings 'neath the 
vine! 
Pure and unblemished is thy Sacrifice, 

The knowledge of thy Godhood is thy meat ; 
The Living Word, thy portion. Oh, arise 

Thou King of Kings I and stand upon thy 
feet; 
For thou no more shalt kneel to Deities. 

With self-reliance gird thy loins and eat. 



(23) 




HERE is an Holy Mountain 
on whose crest 
Radiant with quenchless 

light a City stands. 
The Holy City builded 

without hands, 
Eternal in the Heavens, 
wherein the Blest 
To whom Deific energy is rest, 

Pour ceaseless blessings forth upon all lands* 
So lofty is this Mount that it commands 

All worlds, yet hides it in the humblest 
breast, — 
The Mount of Restitution for our race. 

'Tis climbed by those who bear The Holy 
Name, 
And trusting in their Godhood, take the Place 

From the beginning theirs. Arise and claim. 
Thy Kingdom I Seek this Mountain and embrace 
Thy Deity upon its crest of flame. 



(24) 




HERE is a Law Divine that 
boldly saith 
"I am a God, because I 

also know 
My Brethren to be Gods/' 

With touch of snow 
'Tis written by the velvet 
hand of Faith 
Upon the heart that silent faced the wraith 

Of Death and Hell, and turned to stone with 
woe, 
A sheltering Rock, whose kind recesses show 

All soft with moss and flowers, hiding the 
scathe 
Of fires forespent. And none can break this Law 
That judge th not. Yea, that condemneth 
none, 
But findeth every soul without a flaw 

And biddeth each stand for himself alone ; 
And, standing so, keep the whole world in awe 

Since one doth stand for all, and all for one* 



(25) 




EHOLD the splendour of 
the burning Star 
That rises o'er the world. 

It shines on thee, 
And glorious dawns this 

New Epiphany. 
Nor needs there any wan- 
dering near or far 
To reach thine heaven, for those star rays are 

Within thy soul. Even there resplendently 
They halo thine incarnate Deity 

That ignorance can neither stain nor mar. 
Through all the centuries so swift in flight. 

And yet so slow, that Star with eight-fold ray 
Hath shone unfalteringly through gulfs of night. 
Bearing the message brought to thee today. 
"Thou art a God Divine!" Behold the Light! 

Oh, Soul! whoe'er thou art. Hear and obey! 



(26) 




OUL, be thou chaste! For 
know that chastity 
Is Singlemindedness, nor 

more nor less. 
Toward thy loved Ideal 

onward press 
With brain and mind and 
soul and spirit free. 
Pour thou thyself with the intensity 

Of passionate-hearted singlemindedness, 
That cold, cold seething only can express. 

Into the mould of that which thou wouldst be. 
Keep thou thy virgin aim immaculate. 

Control nor waste thy soul's creative power. 
In love and wisdom work, and patient wait 

Until thy Godhood thrusteth into flower. 
Then crown thee with the strength that conquers 
Fate, 
Divine virility's immortal dower. 



(27) 




HIS is thy Resurrection 
Morn. Arise, 
O Soul, in all thy God- 
hood's majesty! 
Shake off Despair's o'er- 

whelming lethargy, 
The Day Star shineth on 
thy sealed eyes. 
Wisdom divine that to her children cries, 

Crieth "Immanuel, My Son I" to thee, 
'Tut on thy Individual Deity." 

And dost thou wait a trumpet from the skies 
Ere thou wilt rise? That clarion call is thine 

That blossoms hear in Spring, even Desire 
That turns the rising sap to riotous wine. 

And gloweth in the veins like rosy fire. 
Desire to be a God, to be Divine. 

This is thy trumpet call — "Aspire I Aspire I" 



(28) 




N Love's rich treasury keep 
thou a store 
Of little coins to scatter 

day by day ; 
Kind words, and pleasant 
smiles, and looks that 
say 
"Thou hast done well!" 
Do not neglect to pour 
This largesse forth, and thou shalt evermore 

Grow richer as thou journey'st on thy way. 
Keep thou of love a margin to defray 

The unforeseen that mounteth up the score. 
For what avails it, though Love's treasury 

With massy ingots filled, and gems in heaps. 
Could ransom all the world, if close to thee 

Some heart go hungry, while thy silence keeps 
Guard o'er thy wealth intact^ Out with thy Key! 
And feed the soul that close beside thee weeps. 



(29) 




RT thou a God in body mas- 
culine, 
Thy red blood running 

fiercely in the clay? 
Remember that thou art a 

God Today! 
Even as a sun, send out 
thy strength divine; 
Let thy vitality all glorious shine 

In gentleness and chastity whose ray 
On some Ideal centered, ne'er can stray. 

Helping thee aye to conquer. Give no sign 
Till thou hast won. Fight like the God thou art. 

With circumstance, not with thy deathless 
kin. 
Of thy Deific nature let the part 

Divinely feminine enthroned within 
Thy soul, possess thee. So shall brain and heart, 
Equally great, thy crown immortal win. 



(30) 




RT thou a God, yet born to 
low estate 
In woman's form*? What 

matters that to thee*? 
Impregnate with divine 

virility 
The weaker souls that to 
thy power vibrate. 
In worlds unseen do thou, a God, create 
The race Deific that is yet to be. 
Let wisdom seal thy lips, and silently 

Work on ! Thou Ruler of The Golden Gate ! 
Thou art a spiritual athlete whose grip 

Uplifts the earth even as it were a toy; 
Thy courage and thy deathless passion clip 

Destiny close, till she give birth to Joy. 
Thy sweet compassion doth the light outstrip. 

Thy woman's form can ne'er thy power 
destroy. 



(31) 




UARD well thy thoughts. 
^'Thoughts are but feeble 

things"? 
Then are we feeble, tool 

Thou dost contain 
Within the priceless treas- 
ure house, thy brain. 
All the electric energy that 
flings 
Divine creations forth whose tireless wings. 

Sweeping from star to star, can thee sustain 
On mighty pinions cradled so, to gain 

The Eternal strength and joy that Godhead 
brings. 
Let every moment of this fleeting day, 

Find thee, if weak in body, strong in thought. 
Think like a God with power ; and all thy clay. 

Like river banks by the swift water wrought, 
Shall prove, beneath thy mind's resistless sway. 

Thou art the God thy love so long hath 
sought. 



(32) 




AKE time within thy hand 
and let it be 
E'en as a measuring rod 

of shining gold 
And span therewith the 

years as they unfold. 
For thou art Master of thy 
Destiny, 
And all the years to come are hid in thee. 

Yea, as the spider's womb the mesh doth 
hold, 
So doth thy touch the magic web unfold. 

Spinning life's cloth out of Eternity. 
Shake thyself free of the old thought and know 

Time is a force thy Godhood must command. 
In Love and Wisdom ever older grow 

And everlasting youth shall take thy hand, 
And passing seasons as they come and go 

Shall clothe thy soul with fadeless beauty 
grand. 



(33) 




IS not enough to sit at home, 
till Fate 
Doth to our door bring Op- 
portunity; 
For though we vigil keep 

unceasingly, 
The chance desired may 
never reach our gate ; 
Or, reaching it, may yet arrive too late 

To bring us any gain or good thereby. 
Nay, we must wait and sow industriously 

Such seeds of virile thought as shall create 
Those opportunities for which we wait. 

If we would taste the fruits of victory. 
Since we are Gods with needs omnivorant. 

We must as Gods create the thing we need* 
For Glory through achievement, dost thou pant? 

Create the opportunity decreed 
To bring thee to success, nor yet be scant 

Of Toil, but use it wisely. So, succeed. 



(34) 




HE affirmations of thy God- 
hood prize 
As blocks of basalt hewn 

to store within 
Their walls of adamant 
the thoughts that spin. 
And boiling, rend the 
brain ; yea, that capsize 
The shuddering reason that all vainly tries 

To stem the whelming flood whose clamorous 
din 
Naught once could silence, save Death's fixed grin, 

Soul ! to thy task ! There thy salvation lies. 
Thine affirmations, each a living stone, 

Repeat untiringly, day after day, 
Till Thought's dynamic force (thy task being done) , 
Is curbed, and wastes no more its bed of clay 
With riotous floods. Then turn Life's arid zone, 
With thy stored waters, to an Eden gay. 



^35) 




OUL! Hast thou slain the 

personal will that cried 

For personal ends and 

aims*? 
Hast thou, too, drained 
The bitter cup of Self- 
denial, stained 
With blood and tears*? 
Hast lost the tender 
Guide 
Whose living form was ever by thy side? 

Have old ideals faded*? Hast thou gained 
Nothing for all thy griefs? Hath comfort waned? 
Art thou left helpless since old faiths have 
died? 
Comfort thy heart. Even this day for thee 

Thy sceptre waits, the glorious will Divine; 
And for the rags of thy humility. 

The monarch's crown, the pontiff's robes are 
thine ; 
And for thy Guide long lost, Lo ! thou art He ! 

Thou art thyself the God thou didst resign. 

(36) 




HERE is a Feast prepared 
for thee, and all 
Who care to take thereof : 

and it is free, 
Neither for price nor 

money offered thee. 
Only thy glad acceptance 
of the call. 
And there is none too crippled, weak, or small. 

For welcome. Dost thou ask how this can be ? 
"Food for the world" ? Look in thine heart and see I 

There is thy portion and thy banquet hall. 
Within thy heart the ruddy wine flows bright : 

Power of Eternal Life forever spilt. 
Within thine heart the Hidden Manna white : 

Power to fulfil desire, power without guilt. 
Wisdom hath spread the table in thy sight, 

And Love invites thee. Answer as thou wilt! 



X37) 




OTHER I that for thy chil- 
dren doth so dread 
The fate that bears thy 
loved ones far from 
thee, 
To toil midst dangers that 

thou canst not see, 
Till thy heart quails 'neath 
woes imagined, — 
Why dost thou sigh and moan with bended head 

Imploring some far distant Deity 
To save thy children^ Thou thyself shouldst be 

The source Divine from whence their souls are 
fed. 
Thou hast no time for tears ! By night and day, 
Send forth thine affirmations to uphold, 
Guard, guide and prosper those thou lovest; yea. 

Thine affirmations, like a shield of gold. 
Shall keep them safe ; thy Godhood is their stay. 

Thou art the God thou didst implore of old ! 



(38) 




OW great are the achieve- 
ments of thy race, 
How marvelous the works 

of brain and hands I 
The deeds of Gods whose 
power divine commands 
Earth, Ocean, Flame, and 
Air, and Time, and 
Space I 
Yet is there anguish written in each face. 

Anguish unspeakable, for iron bands 
Fetter the lips, and as the soul expands 

It strives in vain for utterance to keep pace 
With its unfoldment. Dost thou deem the dumb 
Work better for their very speechlessness'? 
That mighty heroes need not the poor crumb 

Of comfort found in words'? Yet doth the 
press 
Of stifled thought oft leave the spirit numb. 

Affirm, "I am a God!" Wilt thou do less*? 



(39) 




ROM sunset until sunrise." 
Oh ! put by 
Those childish words, so 

foreign to the Truth. 
Rejoice! rejoice! with all 

the fire of youth, 
That there are miracles 
none can deny; 
That soaring on a star all gloriously 

Through sapphire realms ethereal, thou dost 

fly, 

Devouring space unfathomed. For in sooth. 

The sacred boughs of the Hebraic Booth, 
Though sacred still, no longer hide the sky. 

*Trom sunrise unto sunset." Lo! the phrase 
Keeps us bowed down in mist: but say, "I swing 

Earth-borne, about the sun, swept in a blaze 
Of golden beams, a God!" — straight thou dost fling 

Thyself to Freedom, and the untrammeled 
ways 
Of vast enfranchisement that light doth bring. 



(40) 




HY Godhood's Holy Stand- 
ard, long foretold, 
Now, Israel, lift on high! 

Tinctured blood-red, 
'Tis quartered, and each 

quarter blazoned 
With mystic charges all 
achieved in gold. 
Four lions winged and crowned, thereon behold, 

That over worlds on worlds victorious tread; 
The cup and sheaf; the fountain tokened 

By the heraldic circle wave bescrolled; 
The eight stringed harp; the keys; Life's sacred 
wheel. 
Rose, quatref oil, and phoenix all aflame ; 
The distaff, and the book whose pages heal; 

The golden fruit, the palm boughs that pro- 
claim 
Perpetual victory; and for final seal, 

Within th' encircled square. Thy Holy Name. 



(41) 




HE Golden Helmet gleams 
upon thy Brows, 
Of individual Deity the 

sign; 
And harnessed in the pan- 
oply Divine 
Of theocratic character 
that knows 
Nor flaw, nor stain, whose polished steel bestows 
A matchless splendor, I behold thee shine, 
The heroic offspring of a deathless Line, 

That ever mightier through thy Godhood 
grows. 
Now mounted on Thy Passion purified. 

That milk white steed with eyes of burning 
flame. 
Throned as upon a Rock I watch Thee ride 

Down countless centuries, in thy Holy Name 
Conquering forever, bearing at thy side 

The sword that strikes to free, and not to 
maim. 



(42) 




UT on thy holy cassock, 
Strength Divine, 
And o'er it fling the Robe 

of Righteousness, 
And set the silken stole 

above thy dress. 
The Holy Yoke of that 
blest Law benign 
That none can break, that breaketh none, so fine 

Its equity to comfort and redress ; 
And let the Holy Shoulder Straps caress 

Thy shoulders, of self-government the sign, 
Keeping the Yoke in place. Set on thy head 

The Holy Cap, of Godhead's Will the tower. 
Then, shod with sandals— Peace Immeasured— 

Clasping unending conquests for thy dower — 
Those smooth white pebbles from Life's river bed — 
Go forth, thou Priest, vestured with God- 
head's power! 



(43) 




ISCIPLINE and Obedience! 
Spurn not these; 
These are the steps that 

lead unto the throne 
Of Godhood^s power. For 

none may stand alone, 
A God in strength, who 
hath not to his knees 
Been flung a thousand times, and by degrees 

Growing in power as often as overthrown, 
Hath wrestled with Despair till he hath grown 

Through many failures. Master of Life's keys. 
Govern* thyself in heart and mind aright. 

Thou wilt not taste of power Divine until 
Feeling and thought and word and deed unite 

In harmony to work thy Spirit's will. 
Discipline and obedience spell Delight 

Unto the God whose crown is service still. 



(44) 




RET not thy soul because 
monotony 
Fills all thy days in little 

duties spent, 
In little thoughts on little 

cares intent, 
Needful for others' com- 
fort, but to thee 
How wearisome, that yearnest to be free! 

Fret not thy soul ! Heroic deeds are sent 
Of tenest to those whose hearts and minds are bent 

On trivial tasks the world may never see. 
"Life is monotonous !" So one may say 

"The sunlight casts a shadow/' Bid thy soul 
Use the monotony that lines thy day. 

As fiery chariots rushing to their goal 
Use ribs of steel to bear them on their way, 

Deeming 'tis velvet over which they roll. 
Intent upon thy goal, do thou as they. 



Us) 




ITHIN thy heart pulses the 
selfsame flame 
That forges for the wasp 

bright belts of gold, 
And fuses flashing opals in 

the fold 
Of filmy wings whose text- 
ure puts to shame 
The silken tissue of the cobweb's frame. 

The fire swift-leaping in thee to behold 
Beauty so wonderful, so purely bold 

In earth, and sky, and sea, that joys to claim 
Kindred with loveliness where'er it springs. 

Is but the blush of Beauty found in thee 
To which all other beauty tribute brings — 

Beauty Divine that dawns resplendently, 
And quickening to the glory that it sings. 

Flowers forth in thine Incarnate Deity. 



(46) 




ET Mirth's warmth-giving 
light illume thy mind, 
Dispersing every gloom 

with rippling gold. 
Be thine the sun's sweet 

tolerance to behold 
Ripening perfection 
'neath the roughest rind. 
The Saviours of the world are those who bind 

Its gaping wounds with love, and softly fold 
Their wisdom round it, fleecy with the gold 

Of laughter pure as sunlight and as kind. 
Be thine such laughter, healthful as the sea. 
Dealing virility with every breath; 
Laughter Divine that none can learn, save he 

That hears it rolling 'neath the ribs of Death : 
Laughter benign, whose tender sympathy 

Flings o'er Life's nakedness its velvet sheath. 



(47) 




HIS is thy Judgment Day, 
O Soul ; and none 
Can judge thee save thy- 
self. If thou dost see 
In those around, Incarnate 

Deity, — 
Then as a God thyself, as- 
cend thy throne. 
Dost thou with Love Divine for all atone, 

By the compassion that doth lift to thee 
The ignorant and helpless^ Would'st thou free 

The wandering souls around thee, till not one 
Be left to wail in darkness? Then art thou 

That judge whose Love and Wisdom giveth 
praise. 
Instead of blame, to all, swift to allow 

Equity's law to govern divers ways. 
Arise, thou Holy One with radiant brow. 

Judge of Thyself alone. Thyself upraise ! 



(48) 




ALM as a God of the Egyp- 
tian race, 
That, hewn from basalt, 

fronts the ages' flight 
With the stern majesty of 

regnant might, 
Take thou thy Godhood's 
throne and keep thy 
place I 
Be thine that equipoise which still keeps pace 

With swiftest progress, viewing Day and 
Night 
Like cups overbrimming with the wine of light. 

Drink thence, nor move from thine eternal 
base. 
True Balance and Proportion, Perfect Poise 

That pulses with the stars and yet doth keep 
Step with the tiniest insect and its joys, — 

This is the secret rhythm whose vast sweep 
Takes centuries at a breath and deems the noise 

Of worlds that rise and fall — an infant's 
sleep. 

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OLD thou thy peace when 
others coldly frown 
Upon the gamester's pas- 
sion. The desire 
To win against all odds, 

though in the mire 
It may be rooted, wears the 
Lotus crown. 
He who to gain eternal wealth flings down 

His earthly wealth, feels the true gamester's 
fire. 
The thrill that hazard only can inspire 

Is ours whose future still remains unknown. 
The affirmations of thy Godhood bear 

An eight on every side, and they are made 
For those whose souls have paid the price — Despair. 

Thou who with other dice so oft hast played 
And lost, now play and win joys past compare 
In any world than wilt. Be not afraid ! 



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ET every Creed be sacred 

in thy sight. 

Time's whirring stone, 

whence flawless facts 

are ground 

From quainter fancies in 

life's darkness found, 
Grinds the great Diamond 
Truth and brings to 
light 
Creed after creed; even as from blackest night 

The radiant Day springs forth, with glory 
crowned, 
Each facet in that priceless Diamond's round 

Forth flashes from the hands that made it 
bright. 
Sacred to thee, oh. Soul, be every creed, 

Be every facet wrought with so much woe 
Out of the past; but for the pangs that freed 

One after one the faiths of long ago. 
From gulf of Doubt, thou had'st not found indeed 

Thy Godhood's Faith today, of flame and 



snow. 



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F every virtue that is dear 
to thee, 
Hold thou calm Patience 

dearest of them all; 
Patience, aye watchful 

that no harm befall 
The little lives that clus- 
ter 'round her knee; 
Patience, that ever worketh tenderly, 

Turning to beauty all things great or small ; 
Patience, whose fingers weave the coronal 

Of attributes that crown thy Deity; 
Patience, who leads us, though the way be long, 

To rest and peace ; and lends the aching heart 
Her tireless strength. Ah ! Though she lack the song 
That joy may sing, yet doth her touch impart 
Power to fulfill all tasks — to right all wrong. 

Who learns of Patience, masters every art. 



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XACT not overmuch of those 
that call 
Themselves thy kindred. 

Oftentimes they fail, 
Because their gifts to thee 

in nought avail 
To satisfy thy longing. 
Thou art thrall 
To that within, which naught without at all 

Can compass. Turn within and lift the veil ! 
Thy little household loves grow dim and pale. 

Quenched by thy Godhood's flame whose sun- 
beams fall 
Upon the hearth of clay. Nor kith, nor kin 

Can comfort thee, if thou through ignorance 
miss 
The espousal of thy Godhead. Thou must win, 

And feed thy soul with the eternal kiss 
Of thine Ideal in thee. Soul, look within I 

There dwells the source alone of lasting bliss* 



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HIDE not thy soul because 
thou canst not burn 
With love for all alike. 

Twin laws there be 
That hold all things in 

peace and equity — 
Attraction and repulsion; 
these in turn 
Acting on every life, bid it discern 

What most it needs to flower in harmony. 
These give the rose the strength a rose to be, 

Teaching it what to choose and what to spurn. 
Attraction and repulsion both are blessed. 

Love what thou canst, for so thy soul will 
grow. 
And whatsoe'er repels thee, know 'tis best. 

Ignore it. Hate it not, but let it go. 
Love what thou canst and leave to Time the rest. 
Remember! oceans ebb, as well as flow. 



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AVE faith, oh stricken soul, 
to see aright 
If loved ones seem to thee 

to go astray. 
Pour out thine affirma- 
tions day by day 
To lead them through the 
darkness of their night, 
For they, like thee, are journeying to the Light. 

The God that dwells in them knows best the 
way 
And erreth not. He guides and they obey. 

Lost though they seem to thy tear-blinded 
sight. 
Be of good cheer. Weep not, but say instead : 

"The God within them guides them, knowing 
best." 
Whilst thou dost seek them sorrowing and with 
dread, 
Deeming them lost to thee, by doubt dis- 
tressed. 
They in the Temple still are housed and fed. 

Return and find them there, and be at rest. 

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EEP not for Old Jerusalem 
the Blest, 
Nor turn thereto as to a 

land apart — 
The land thou dwellest in, 

take to thy heart. 
All lands are sanctified 
that have been pressed 
By feet divine, and Godhood is expressed 

In every nation's noblest. Where thou art. 
And whatsoe'er thy work in field or mart. 

Be thou the Holy One that doth invest 
The land with holiness. Yea, thou shalt dwell 

Lord of all lands whose soil is dear to thee. 
And blessings past the power of tongue to tell 

Shall crown thine household and thine hus- 
bandry. 
Thou God of Love and Wisdom, Is-ra-el, 

Whose Holy Land all worlds, all lands, must 
be. 



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OUD issuing from the Horn 
of burnished gold, 
Pressed to Day's ruddy 

lip, a note doth swell. 
Sonorous, full and deep, 

that those who dwell 
Upon the rugged moun- 
tain heights, in cold 
And weariness, grim watchmen stern and bold. 

Faithful through weary centuries, know full 
well. 
It thunders, "To your tents, O Israel!" 

Even as it thundered in the days of old. 
Lo ! now the Lord Jehovah comes to reign 

Within His Tent, our human form Divine: 
There arms Himself with Hand and Heart and 
Brain, 
And pours his Spirit through our veins like 
wine. 
The Sun leaps up, and Israel once again 

Lifts to His Flame the serried battle line. 



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LEAD not with some far dis- 
tant God to bless 
Some Holy Babe and 

Mother far away. 
Be thou thyself the God 
whose power shall stay, 
With all a God's divinest 
tenderness 
(At once so strong to comfort and caress) , 

The Holy Babes and Mothers of Today. 
Bless thou the Holy Mothers most, for they 

Are Godhood's Source and Sustenance, not 
less. 
Round every baby brow an aureole gleams. 
Proceeding from th' Incarnate Deity. 
The Holy mother in each mother dreams 

Above the infant cradled on her knee. 
Sing not of ancient Gods and ancient themes — 

All babes enshrine our Godhood's majesty. 



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EVERE today. It is the wis- 
est day 
This world hath ever 
known, this world so 
young, 
The very wisest day since 

first it swung 
Into its orbit and began to 
play 
With other stars that passed their time away 

Playing at hide and seek the clouds among — 
Flying through space like gems at hazard flung — 

Whirling about the sun like fireflies gay. 
'Tis a brave world and grown much older now; 
It learneth to obey and groweth meek; 
It hath known sorrow ; pain hath crowned its brow 
With bloody sweat, and tears have stained its 
cheek ; 
It hath learned much, yet all the past doth know 

Is but the tongue with which today doth 
speak. 



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ROWNED with my benedic- 
tion, go thy way, 
Thou that hast told my 

Rosary with me — 
My blessing, evermore 

that tenderly 
Shall crown thee, as the 
sunlight crowns the dav. 
This is the golden pendant that doth sway 

The rough, unpolished beads, carved awk- 
wardly. 
Yet odorous all with love, with love for thee, 

And those thou lovest. Therefore let them 
stay 
A little while close gathered to thy heart 

Until the fragrance of that love that clings 
About the dusky chaplet, with shy art 

Such subtle sweetness o'er thy memory flings 
That of thy thought, my thought may yet be part — 
Safe in the perfumed warmth remembrance 
brings. 



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